| CHURCH ON SUNDAY Today is the first day of the rest Of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything�s allright I�m not getting any younger as long As you don�t get any older I�m not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and a lack of sleep Making your mascara bleed Tears down your face Leaving traces of my mistakes If I promise to go to church on Sunday Will you go with ne on Friday night? If you live with me, I�ll die for you And this compromise I hereby solenly to tell The whole truth And nothing but the truth is what I�ll ever hear from you "Trust" is a dirty word that comes Only from such a liar But "respect" is something I will earn.. If you have faith |